Текст песни Banks of Sweet Primroses - Dave Swarbrick , Martin Carthy

As I walked out one fine summer's morning
For to view the fields and to take the air
Down by the banks of the sweet primroses
There I beheld a most wondrous fair

All three long steps, I stepped up to her
Not knowing her as she passed me by
I stepped up to her, thinking for to view her
She appeared to me like some virtuous bride

I says, 'Fair maid, where are you going?
And what's the occasion of all your grief?
I will make you as happy as any lady
If you will grant me one small relief'

'Stand off! stand off! you are a false deceiver
You are a false deceitful man, I know tis plain
For it is you that has caused my poor heart to wander
And in your comfort lies no refrain'

'So I'll go down to some lonesome valley
Where no man or mirth there shall be found
Where the pretty little small birds do change their voices
And every moment blows blusterous wind'

'So come all young men who go a sailing
Pray pay attention to what I say
For there's many a dark and a cloudy morning
Turns out to be a sunshiny day'